The Tuesday Club

The Tuesday Club

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A BIG thanks to Pete Ringmaster of another of his excellent reviews. This time of The Tuesday Club 3rd album – Art is Magic

Trials and turbulences are no strangers to most bands but few as acute as that which impacted on British outfit The Tuesday Club and almost brought it to an end. Now though they are poised to release “unlikely album 3” in the shape of Art Is Magic, a slab of multi- flavoured rock ‘n’ roll which certainly gets under the skin in no time but an itch which just gets more delicious and addictive by the listen. It is their finest moment built across ten bold devilish tracks embracing old and new sounds with a unique imagination and their inimitable touch.

Originally conceived in 2011 in Walmington-on-Sea, the renowned setting for British legendary comedy Dad’s Army, The Tuesday Club was an eight piece extravaganza of sound and creative revelry embracing the sights and mischief of their home town’s TV heritage. Their sound blossomed with the punk nurtured DIY attitude and inspiring sounds of the late seventies yet from day one cast its own aural image as proven by debut album See You Next Tuesday in 2013. It was a proposition though which was evolving from that first release and in open exploration by the band’s second album which was released as a quadrilogy of four EPs.

Devastation hit after the release of the first EP when drummer Terry Super Cockell tragically died. Though the band completed the album’s unveiling it was obviously without zeal; as they say the following EPs released in a ‘daze’, with the band falling to its knees and closing in on demise as members subsequently left. It was a challenging, life questioning and changing time which was not so obvious to the outside world at the time such the quality of those releases but maybe now best understood by checking out Reverse Family’s current project 365 days of songwriting, the band the solo project of TTC’s founding member Andreas Vanderbraindrain though he goes by Dermot Illogical for it. It is a still on-going colossal collection of tracks written across those times released as an EP a week for a year, many of its songs spawned from the darkness he personally fell into through those times.

TTC did survive though, its remaining members regrouping and finding a new breath and energy, stripping away “much of the old ‘glamour’ replacing it with a new urgency and directness.” Alongside vocalist Vanderbraindrain, the band now consists of guitarist Dave Worm, bassist/keyboardist Rogerio Marauder, and drummer Blairdrick Sharpely. As they suggested, the quartet has stripped back the TTC sound and brought forward its raw breath and instinctive imagination whilst broadening yet honing its creative flavourings and adventure.

Art is Magic opens with its title track, slipping in on a rhythmic coaxing until a lash of sound sparks a post punk lined stroll led by Vanderbraindrain’s distinctive tones. The song prowls the senses, keys simultaneously providing a melancholic yet mystique lined caress; it all uniting in an infectious swing and call to join its arcane devilry. Captivation was swift and only escalated as the track tempted and teased with its seventies lent enterprise.

It is a thickly potent start to the album keenly backed by the poppier rock exploits of Always taking things too far. It bounces around like a mix of Athletico Spizz 80 and Mammal Hum, a fusion of new wave and art rock which poked the appetite initially, whetted its lips further before thereon in fully teasing eager greed by the listen. It is a trait of the album as a whole, making an attention grabbing first impression but spawning lustier reactions by the play though some songs like Soulless City Syndrome had us instantly drooling. Its opening noir tinted intimation simply nurtured intrigue, the following electronic and tenacious punk ‘n’ roll of the song sparking the passions as it cantered lustfully through ears. The best track on Art is Magic, it twists and lures like an Adicts meets Zanti Misfits inspired dervish wearing a cape woven with threads of The Monochrome Set for one unique and gorgeous encounter.

It is a hard task to follow such a pinnacle yet Fruit Salad Girl with its spiky pop rock makes relatively light work of it, the infection loaded romp a nagging rock ‘n’ roll roar which had the body bouncing and vocal chords blaring in no time before Drowning My Sorrows allowed a breath to be taken with its folk pop saunter. Not that it is a dormant on the catchiness, its easy going but boisterous swing leading feet and hips away like a collusion of The Farmer Boys and Swell Maps.

Put your Faith in what you can control similarly has a laid back but tenaciously catchy gait and demeanour, again the band’s lo-fi instincts breeding a richly appetising temptation as rhythmically persuasive as it is melodically and lyrically sharp. Thus eager involvement was swift and as forcibly recruited by the bolder rousing punk ‘n’ roll of We are the Team, a song which is the band announcing they are undefeated and returning with new vigour and invention whilst creating a personal declaration for all to embrace.

It would be a shock not to have the scent of early Adam and The Ants somewhere within a TTC encounter, Let the kids run the country the irresistible moment within Art Is Magic as the band source their own earlier traits and another influences’ for a greed brewing slice of aural virulence before the darker tone and shadows of Rock and Roll’s not a science infests ears and psyche like a viral infection you cannot shake off, or in this case want to. The song reminded of short lived Welsh punks The Table at times but again TTC spin a web of sound and addiction all their own.

The album concludes with Who and youz army, a rhythmically tenacious and infectiously barbed slice of punk rock which would have aroused air punching crowds back in the day just as now. Its hooks are familiar yet inescapable and its character old school with the irritability of today; ingredients ensuring Art Is Magic goes out on a major high.

“Listening to their album just hits home what we would be missing without The Tuesday Club and how lucky newcomers will be now discovering them through such a glorious romp.”

Art Is Magic is out now @ theperfectpopco-op.bandcamp.com/album/art-is-magic

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“Infectious & uplifting”

Vive le Rock magazine

A 4 piece band beamed to earth between 1967 and 1979 with record collections to match. We perform hi-Ocatane live shows and have released two albums, the 2nd in the shape of 4 EPS – reviews of which you can read below. They are currently finishing mixing on our 3rd album.

They have recently supported Danny Goffey’s new band Vangoffey, Toyah (Twice), B-Moive, Spizz Energy, played the last Ant-lib Adam and the Ants convention and also Scant Regard (Three times) and lately Bad Manners (in Dec 16). These dates have seen us perform at Islington’s 02 Academy, The Garage and Electrowerkz among others…We’ve also had plays on both Tom Robinson and Steve Lamacq’s BBC 6 shows. We have been described as: “If Roxy Music were doing the Rocky Horror show, they’d sound like this”.

My Consciousness was the first track of EP1 (Nov 2014) of a quadrilogy that made up The Tuesday Clubs second album, the follow up to 2013’s cheeky offering See You Next Tuesday.

The Tuesday Club – My Consciousness (EP1) – Review Mark Barton – The Sunday Experience

Again another release to which in some bout of inane stupidity or thoughtlessness – or both as the case may be – we’ve managed to separate from its accompanying press release. The Tuesday Club who we’ve not heard around these here parts for a considerable while, missing persons ads in the broadsheets aside are back with a new three track CD – and its quite dandy. Been honest where you really expecting anything less. The first in a series of 4 planned releases I seem to recall from the press release before we lost it, something about collecting coupons and stuff – oh ask the band or visit their website for more info. Anyway we love the Tuesday Club not least because Andy from the band – formerly of the Scratch who these days are on prolonged sabbatical – actually takes time out to send handwritten notes usually along the lines of ‘oi bollocks play this or else’….of course we jest though I do recall one time being advised that refusals to play said discs would result in Chas n’ Dave being sent around to our gaff to play which I must admit did have us dropping an extra pair of the aforementioned man wear in sheer alarm. Obviously we’ve digressed somewhat – anyway these days Andy heads up the poptastic 7 piece The Tuesday Club who where so called originally because they practiced on Tuesday’s though these days on Monday’s – getting like an episode of Soap now isn’t it. New sing-a-ling is called the ‘my consciousness’ EP and incorporates – as advertised three dandified tracks the lead out title cut being a killer sortie prime packed in the kind of punch you out purring pop effervescence that you rarely hear these days, power popping motifs bedded upon a retro new wave throb seductively teased by femme harmonies all shoehorned into an attractively addictive bubble grooving that zig zags, swoons, sighs and soars its way into your affections like some slab of late 70’s teen dreamed rock-a-hula cobbled up by an afterhours studio party attended by members of Blondie, Jags and the Motors. ‘something major’ slyly nods to former charges the Scratch’s dayglo punk pop nuances coming clipped in an acutely cute seasoning of Ant-esque kookiness albeit as though stage crashing a Rezillos gig – just love the ‘Banana Splits’ like harmonies. Rounding out the grooves and upping the pop kudos quotient several notches is ‘harsh tales of ancient news’ which as kooky, dippy and off the wall as it is sounds to these ears like its fell off the final cut for ‘dirk wears white sox’ after suffering Devo-esque flashbacks. www.thisisthetuesdayclub.co.uk

The Tuesday Club – ‘Forbidden Kiss’ EP review (EP2)

“Post-punk with a modern twist”

Tracklisting:
1. Forbidden Kiss
2. Cities Alive
3. One Idea And A Lonely Voice
Imagine if you blended glam-pop-rockers Do Me Bad Things with Adam And The Ants, threw in some Kaiser Chief-style group chants and gave it all a 80s post-punk coating – you’ll then get St Albans’ rockers The Tuesday Club, presenting here their latest EP, ‘Forbidden Kiss’.

The second in a themed series of EPs (with a third coming very soon), the EP comprises of the title track and two new tracks, with the CD set to become a part of an eventual 4 x EP boxset. You can check out the official video for ‘Forbidden Kiss’ below. Whilst the main song is a lively slice of pop-punk, the real star here in my opinion is second track ‘Cities Alive’; easily one of the catchiest songs I’ve heard in the past 12 months, having originally heard this on their Soundcloud profile I already knew the EP would be worth getting for this track. Infectious and worth hitting the repeat button for. Closer ‘One Idea And A Lonely Voice’ is a slightly edgier track with a quirky side, keeping things interesting and suggesting it’s worth keeping a look-out for the forthcoming next EP.

CD and vinyl from the website and at gigs.
For fans of: Do Me Bad Things, Kaiser Chiefs, Adam And The Ants, Blur, 80s post-punk

View From the Crowd Gargar Launch… (EP3)

Lady Gargar EP release, The Horns, Watford, 19th Oct 2015

In typically eccentric style, The Tuesday Club decided to officially release their latest EP on a Monday! However, this gig was far from a tired start of week affair, it was a full on Saturday night blast of energy and top tunes teleported into a Monday evening.

The joyous chaos began to reign right from the opening number; a preview of Lady Gargar. By the second track, lead singer Andreas Vanderbraindrains (AVBD) uncontrollably energetic and exuberant style had led to a beer spillage in front of the stage. No further encouragement was needed for this eccentric performer to treat us to an artistic vocal performance from the floor of the venue with a roll of kitchen paper in hand. Initially the paper was used for cleaning the floor, but later it morphed into mummification via something like a rhythmic gymnastic ribbon dance!

Meanwhile the rest of the band played on creating the wonderful energetic sounds that this band are known for.
By mid-set the band were ready to release the Lady Gargar EP to the world live via Periscope. A brief introduction was followed by another high energy performance of Lady Gargar, with AVBD synchronising the lyrics “I’m the broken bits of crisps and biscuits” to the beating of his head with said foodstuffs, leading to a shower of crisps and biscuits over himself, the stage and much of the venue.

The Periscope broadcast ended with a slightly bewildered looking AVBD sat on stage in a cloud of crumbs all part of the act and the dynamic of these attention-grabbing characters. For those of us lucky enough to be in attendance at the Horns, the party went on with renditions of many of the bands tunes; Forbidden Kiss, My Consciousness, New Glamour and Dolly Dynamite. Each track accompanied by the wild and frenzied animation of AVBD and the Minx’s best efforts to keep him in control using whatever implements were to hand…or that stern gaze!

You have to feel a little for the remainder of the band, who are well deserving of praise as they professionally and unfalteringly knocked out the tunes but, whilst you appreciate their work aurally you’re just too distracted to see much of them visually…except when AVBD dashes out of the venue, only to return via some obscure route just in time to pick the song back up!

The only thing missing from this gig for a lyrically challenged fan like myself, was an encore of Nanananana! Being a vocally challenged fan too, this may have been a blessing in hindsight. This band really have to be seen to be believed. Not only do you get a full compliment of rocking songs, but you get grade A eccentric entertainment and energy. The only thing is, don’t be the last one out else you’ll be the one left with the dustpan and brush and a job on your hands!
Toyah Support Islington Garage – November 2015

The opening band were The Tuesday Club, they are certainly different, to start with they describe themselves as

“having a look and style that falls somewhere between The Rocky Horror Show, Oh Boy, Carry On Screaming”

Indeed, there are no typical musical or style reference points on show here, the Rock & Roll hand-book is well and truly ripped up by The Tuesday Club. The band are all dressed in a selection of vintage military uniforms and they do look a rather seedy and dangerous platoon of the Home Guard. The Tuesday Club are literate and humorous, and Andreas throws himself around with total abandon, at one point somewhat bizarrely waving a book with a picture of Charles Hawtrey on the cover and later smearing himself with a chocolate bar.

There’s a touch of Sparks in their songs which are stuffed full of slightly camp, arch humour and “My Consciousness” and “Lady Gargar” really stand out. It’s refreshing to see a band putting so much into the whole package, The Tuesday Club have their own on-line fanzine and Podcasts too along with themed E.P. covers, the uniforms and mysterious pseudonyms. They know how to sell themselves too in their own words they “just play for the love and the joy, we set our phasers on FUN and go for it!”

The Tuesday Club – Boo Hoo (EP 4)

With the release of the Boo Hoo EP, The Tuesday Club has completed the release of their new album in fine style. The last in the quadrilogy combining to create the band’s 4 x EP Box Set second album, the ‘Heart’ section of the release presents three tracks as ever soaked in the UK band’s unique creative devilry. It is arguably the most diverse of the four EPs and in many ways the most low key yet it easily incites another greedy reaction in an ever keen appetite for the mischievous punk ‘n’ roll devilment of the Walmington-on-Sea hailing ‘concert party’. With the trio of My Consciousness, Forbidden Kiss, and the freshly released Lady Gargar EPs having already stirred up attention and imagination for the fully body of the album, their releases backed by the band’s ever ravenous live presence around the country, the final piece of the captivating jigsaw gets the job done with its title track alone. Boo Hoo walks in with the recognisable Tuesday Club swagger and bullish mischief that has always fuelled their songs and releases since emerging back in 2011 wrapped in the echoes of the infamous in your face zeal of seventies punk. Over time the band’s sound has only evolved, taking on vaudevillian hues to go with its imagination as evidenced potently within that first song on the EP. Guitars and beats make the first temptation, bass a quick second, all leading to the distinct vocal tones of Andreas Vanderbraindrain whose entrance only inspires more revelry in hooks, riffs, and the warm mist of keys. As ever there is a whiff of bands like early Adam and The Ants and Albertos Y Los Paranoias to the romp, though to be honest body and soul are physically and quickly locked in to the swing and antics of the track to spend too much time contemplating comparisons. The track is typical Tuesday Club, a glorious enticement to get bold with before Beat Oven takes over. Handclaps line the way for a subsequent sultry guitar which in turn wraps the vocals of Vanderbraindrain and presumably The Minx who sadly left the band recently but we are assuming was in the thick of the recording of the new EP first. With a catchy but subdued sway, the song strolls along sharing its infectious chorus and gait, a tempting again hard to resist getting involved in. There is also an initially undefined familiarity to the lure of the song, especially in its chorus, which is revealed somewhat when the band breaks into a sample of Tainted Love to wink at and tease the listener. It is an alluring encounter if without the spark of its predecessor.

The release is completed by the wonderfully dour but magnetic prowl of Greyer Shades, its melancholic air and melodic post punk like imagination at first captivating and over time simply compelling. It has a stark design reminiscent of Wire, a melodic sparkle and psych rock resonance similar to XTC, and a rhythmic and vocal seduction carrying the healthy scent of The Fall or Young Marble Giants to it and though it takes its time to fully convince, by the end of the first listen and definitely the second or third, Greyer Shades gets right under the skin to ultimately stealing the passions.